"I can do anything you can do," Briarpaw boasted.

"Oh yeah? Can you swim?" Willowpaw flashed.

"Oh, are you a fish now? Sorry, hadn't noticed."

"Break it up!" Starpaw snapped from her position in her nest.

"Yeah, some of us are trying to sleep," grumbled Sunpaw.

"Oh?" Briarpaw replied lightly. "Is that so...?"

"Oww!" Sunpaw shot ten feet in the air. "She bit my tail!"

"I don't recall anything of the sort. Should we send you to Breezewing? You seem to have brain damage. Memory loss, so sad," she sighed, brushing her plumy tail under his nose. "So sad."

"You little-" Sunpaw lunged.

"Uh uh uh, little tiger," Briarpaw smirked. "I think your mentor would have someything to say about you injuring me, wouldn't he?"

That arrogant little brat! Sunpaw growled mentally.

Instead, he said smugly, "Oh, Briarpaw, I just heard they had special dens for nutcases. Everyone's waiting for you to move in."

Thus began the Sunpaw-Briarpaw war.